Purple Summers was indeed very tired.
Fortunately, someone helped her with the case, and the child was quite obedient; otherwise, she wouldn't have been able to cope.
She went upstairs, washed up briefly, then went to bed. She quickly fell into a deep sleep and had no dreams. When she opened her eyes again, it was already morning.
The daylight heralded the start of a new day, the beginning of a new battle.
Purple Summers' nerves, which had relaxed after a good rest, tensed up once again.
The child was still asleep. Purple Summers got up quietly, washed, dressed, put on light makeup, and went downstairs for breakfast.
Aria Jackson was already up, sitting at the dining table with a piece of toast in her mouth, eating it without any jam, bite by bite.
"Morning," Aria greeted, her eyes still fixed on her phone.
Purple Summers walked past her and occasionally glanced at Aria's phone screen, which displayed a highly explicit photo.
